Unsure of the brightness
I ascend into the new light
It seems I have been
Here before.
Startled by my reflection
Unseen for some time
I look for lines of loss
My limbs tingling from
Their sleep
Glowing colors
Burn my eyes
And I cannot turn away
I touch new fibers
I smell fresh sustenance
For my soul
And now
I find myself
Falling in love
With some things
Things that were lost
Things misplaced
Things forgotten
And now they are new again.
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